Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 150 Xu Hanwen's Little Western Paradise

It can be said that even in the cultivation world, there are very few people who have such insight.

After the group had finally recovered, Xu Xuan played the villain.

That is, the topic of how to wrap things up was brought up.

ending?

ending!!!

I was shocked to realize that there was still a big problem that hadn't been dealt with.

Looking around, the mountains and fields were covered with corpses, and blood flowed into streams.

The soil, grass, rocks, lightning strikes, craters, scorched earth, and numerous traces of magical battles were enough to make one dizzy.

Wow! ! !
The three scholars began to vomit.

Amidst the life-or-death ordeal, the group possessed unwavering convictions, or perhaps the killing intent had activated their innate fighting spirit.

Even as large groups of Guo Beizhong collapsed, there seemed to be little reaction.

But after the ordeal, upon closer inspection, the three ordinary people were the first to vomit violently.

It's common for a scholar to attend a few funerals and witness life and death once or twice; attending more than that indicates a tragic fate.

However, Guo Bei's description of a battlefield littered with corpses is still too stimulating.

Master Mao's face was as pale as if it were transparent, and he kept chanting "Infinite Heavenly Venerable".

Yan Chixia's expression remained normal, but he unconsciously gripped the sword hilt, his knuckles tensing slightly.

Reason and past principles re-emerged, prompting me to ask myself what I had done.

Ultimately, it all boils down to being blinded by calamity and unable to control one's own destiny. It seems that this is also why Young Master Xu...
That's exactly the issue Xu Xuan wanted to address.

When Guo Bei and the outside world return to normal, the grand scene here will cause a huge shock to the world.

Not only the imperial court, but the entire cultivation world will be shaken to its core.

The biggest case in Jiangnan is inevitable; Guo Bei is not just empty of nine out of ten houses, it's completely deserted.

Those who follow the righteous path come to capture the demons and resist the rise of evil as the righteous decline.

Those from the demonic path are coming on a pilgrimage to see which big shot has accomplished this great feat, and if they've set up a flag, they'll go and try to acquire some resources.

Then things will get completely chaotic again.

No one can escape the mundane world; revealing even the slightest flaw will result in arrest and severe torture, and soul-searching is an unavoidable punishment.

Sanqi is a little numb; this is a serious problem.

Master Yan and his ilk could naturally escape, they...
"In that case, let's handle it simply for now."

"At least we can't let them rot in the wilderness anymore."

Xu Xuan stepped forward to guide the way, explaining that although the people here were not good, leaving the corpses piled up would cause a plague.

Even heretics come here to collect materials; it's too cruel, but he's kind-hearted.

Master Mao, however, was somewhat troubled, thinking that this was too much.

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

Xu Xuan closed his eyes, seemingly preparing something. A moment later, golden light flashed, and he released his Pure Land once again.

It already had sixteen scenic spots of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, but I never expected that they would change again at some point.

Auspicious light shines, colorful mists swirl. A magnificent pavilion and throne stand, a renowned temple. The valley is vast and silent, filled with the sounds of nature; the tranquility exudes heavenly fragrance. Vermilion railings and jade doors, painted beams and carved pillars. The air is filled with the fragrance of scriptures being recited; the moon shines through the window as verses are spoken.

A towering pavilion stands abruptly, its gate facing the mountain; the distant, melodious tones of bells and chimes linger. A gentle breeze stirs through the open windows, while smoke drifts from the rolled-up curtains. Monks, their demeanor serene and detached, exude a peaceful tranquility, free from worldly concerns. This is a true paradise untouched by the mortal world; this quiet monastery is a worthy place of spiritual practice.

The central hall resembles the Great Thunder Temple, further emphasizing its Buddhist grandeur.

There were even tens of thousands of novices chanting sutras and reciting Buddhist scriptures among them, with the sound of chanting filling the air, as if they had truly arrived at the Western Paradise.

The monks all had kind and benevolent faces, and they held prayer beads that looked like iron chains in their hands, turning them around. They vaguely resembled the people from Guo Beizhong.

"That's right, those are the karmic ghosts."

In the midst of divine retribution and calamity, these beings, though wicked and evil, are ultimately just ordinary human beings.

Being caught up in the reversal of Yin and Yang makes one a victim, and out of compassion, one takes the demons into the group.

"This humble monk is willing to bear the burden of countless sins and dedicate the rest of his life to saving them." Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia almost knelt down in gratitude for Master Fahai's compassion.

"Even at that time, you were still thinking about saving others, so that's why you survived the divine punishment?"

These aren't questions of imagination; the answers are presented directly.

The others were also deeply moved.

"Master Xu has great compassion!" *3
Mr. Xu neither admitted nor denied it.

Instead, he clasped his hands together and bowed to the novices.

"Amitabha Buddha, dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

"Please clean up this place of suffering; it would be an act of kindness and good deeds."

The monks, with their prayer beads hanging around their necks, returned the greeting with somewhat stiff postures.

Then step out of the Pure Land and begin to cleanse your body.

After all, they all know where the body is.

After they move out, they can choose to be cremated or buried, which is very humane.

With tens of thousands of capable and hardworking people doing the manual labor, some conspicuous areas were quickly cleaned up.

The traces of battle would have to be cleaned up by experts like Yan Chixia.

Master Mao initially struggled to find his place, and in terms of work, he was far inferior to those karmic spirits.

Xu Xuan gave him a hint, and he began to recite the "Supreme Venerable of the Mysterious and Profound Heavenly Venerable's Scripture on Saving from Suffering" to the paper butterfly.

"At that time, the Savior from Suffering, the Heavenly Venerable, pervades the ten directions, constantly using his divine power to rescue all sentient beings from their delusions. These beings are unaware of this, like a blind person seeing the sun."

A large number of butterflies fluttered around Guobei, spreading the scriptures to every corner.

Remove suffering and dispel misfortune from this town.

It wasn't that Xu Xuan was unwilling to recite scriptures, but rather that he was very busy.

The City God Temple, meat stalls, and county government offices within the city all bear traces of their presence and must be thoroughly cleaned up.

With Xiaoqing absent, the Justice Team is unaware of many details.

Once it was mostly finished, they stopped. You can't hide this kind of thing; it takes a lot of effort to get out unscathed.

"Amitabha Buddha, please return to the Pure Land and reflect on your mistakes."

The novices reluctantly returned to the Pure Land.

When the Pure Land disappeared from sight, the world turned upside down.

The once magnificent and pure land has been transformed into a boundless and dark land of calamity.

The kind-faced monk transformed into a hideous karmic demon, and the prayer beads in his hand turned into a crimson iron chain.

The thunderous sounds dissipated within the grand temple, transforming the White Lotus Hall once more. The adjacent temples also revealed their true forms, with the Judge Hall and the Ksitigarbha Hall standing abruptly within the high walls.

Mr. Xu has his own little Western Paradise.

Next, we need to wrap things up for the Justice Squad, which will require a lot of skill and expertise.

Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Yan Chixia came looking for him first.

It seemed that he hesitated for a long time before coming up, and deliberately waited until no one was around before coming over.

Said softly.

"I will erase my memory of the White Lotus incident. In short, you must never reveal it to outsiders again."

You can tell what a struggle it was for him to say those words.

Xu Xuan naturally couldn't simply agree; wouldn't that make him seem like a heretic or evil person?

Looking up at the Milky Way hanging in the sky, he spoke aloud.

"This humble monk has inadvertently grasped a sliver of the true meaning of the White Lotus, which may indeed be something heinous and wicked."

"Keeping it out of the light is indeed for my own good."

"Brother Dan Yan!"

(End of this chapter)